I started out early, resolutions in tow. The air was cold on my face but the promise of this day filled me up with warm optimism.

It is so quiet at this hour; the birds are still sleeping. Where are they? Where do they go at night?

I pick up my pace. A biker flies by. I’m walking in sand. Hard work. Not really. I smile and thank God for this sunrise.

The half-way mark. I hug a giant fuzzy robe that happens to have a grown daughter wrapped up inside! I pat her head and feel beyond fortunate.

She makes me coffee and we cuddle together and watch the water birds fishing in the shallow tide. We hear a seal bark and my daughter decides to take her kayak out and find him. I head back home, a smile on my face.

The sun is on my back now and the morning is in full bloom. Filled with the joy of it all, I say a few words to the seagulls as I pass them on the path. They look away, perhaps concerned that I’m deranged. Could be.

I remember that I’m out of coffee and walk past my home, to the grocery store. With coffee, bananas and bottled water, I return home in the glow of my “You-just-walked-four-miles-and-it-felt-great! — ness.”

Thank you for this day, God! I’m going to rock this day!